On my bicycle commute to the office this morning:
1. a lady wearing pale cream pantyhose, a light beige trench coat and patent leather shoes also in a peachy flesh tone. Altogether, it looked like she was cycling naked, and when she passed me, I saw that the way her coat was tucked beneath her (belted tightly at the waist, vented pleat gaping for a few inches before disappearing between her legs), it looked exactly like a bum-crack and made the nude-illusion absolutely complete.
2. a heap of headless action figures chucked on the pavement in an alley. All their little plastic bodies were striking fight poses. Presumably the victor had made off with the heads.
3. Seven smashed mirrored sunglass lenses scattered a few metres away from the action figures. Perhaps this means the victor also wears a monocle, keeping the eighth lens for himself.